If there is one thing that Fall River loves, it's a Portuguese feast. Since this city is made up of mostly Portuguese residents, and we live in the center of town, Mom and I get to see a lot of feasts right in our own back yard. The bad parts about all this local activity are a) we have trouble finding a parking space, and b) the over-the-top renditions of Bon Jovi's "Runaway" at 11 p.m. are a little much. However, there is a good part - the food. There is nothing better that getting a hot bag of homemade malasadas (a.k.a., fried dough or doughboy) to take home to the family, and that's exactly what I did earlier tonight. Since Fall River was holding the Feast of St. Anne very nearby, I decided to take a walk over to the tents to get a bag of sugary goodness.
THE VERDICT: Good, although they would have been better if there was more to them. Because the cooking equipment the women at the feast were using was not meant to make a lot of malasadas at once, they were really rushing to get them out quickly. Covered in sugar, the middles of the malasadas were a bit on the thin side. I purchased eight of them ($1 each) and each one was very similar in size. We will definitely be getting malasadas again, but this time we'll wait for the Great Feast of the Holy Ghost in August. With over 300,000 attendees, they're bound to have enough equipment to crank out an A+ piece of fried dough.
